Poll Winner: Jafar's Triumph (Aladdin) (Patreon)

Summary: Instead of using the power of a genie to steal Jasmine's heart, the vizar simply uses his staff to hypnotize her into his lover. It works, and Jafar enjoys the beautiful princess before becoming Agrabah's new sultan. Includes: Mind Control, Bad End

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Jafar chuckled as he waited in his chambers. It was so easy to make his move. So easy to achieve the victory he desired. 

At first, the mighty vizier thought Princess Jasmine was too strong-willed to be controlled. Her father was weak, and he succumbed to Jafar’s staff easy enough, but Jasmine? She was too much like the sun. Powerful, beautiful, but uncontrollable.

Oh, how wrong he had been. 

Jasmine had caught the vizier using his staff on her father, and out of desperation, Jafar attempted to use his staff on Jasmine to make her forget., He was glad he did, because to his joyous shock he found the sun to be more akin to a mere torch. Easily controlled, and easier to take advantage of.

He was surprised, but he made sure to strike while the iron was hot. He whispered in Jasmine’s ear, giving her his orders, making it so the only thing she could think about was him.

If his orders had gone through correctly, she should be arriving any-

There was a knock on his door, and Jafar had to admit he felt positively giddy as he stood up. He maintained his composure though, slowly walking to the door and opening it to find his prize. Princess Jasmine, her body wrapped up in a scarlet robe.

She was so different from how she usually acted. Gone was the haughty attitude and the distrust, the disgust that shined in her eyes whenever she saw him was but a memory.  Now she looked at him as though he was her dream come true. 

Cheeks red, eyes aimed at his feet, fingers clinging to her robes.

“H-Hello, Jafar.”

“Princess Jasmine. To what do I owe the pleasure?” he asked, smiling as his fingers gently caressed her cheek. 

Jasmine shuddered at his touch, nuzzling against his bony fingers as her eyes fell shut. He pulled his hand away, taking her back to reality as she blinked. As if remembering why she was here, she looked up at him with wide, awe-filled eyes.

“J-Jafar… I-I came to see you.”

“Mm, clearly,” he replied. “Can I help you, Princess?”

The words were slow to come out, as if she couldn’t put a sound to her thoughts. For a moment, Jafar was almost afraid that she was fighting his control. His fear were dashed away, though, when she suddenly lunged forward. 

Arms wrapped around his head, breasts pushed against his chest, Jasmine pressed her plump, ruby-colored lips against Jafar’s. His eyes widened in surprise, before he opened his mouth and tasted her lips with his tongue. 

Jasmine opened her mouth, sucking on his tongue with a loud, shuddering moan. Her hands pulled and tugged on his clothes, before stroking his body. It was like she was addicted to him, craving him, desperate for his touch. His hands wrapped around her body, squeezing her ass through her clothes. 

The two just stood there, kissing, lips mashed together, hands grabbing at each other. Eventually Jafar broke the kiss, enjoying the sounds of Jasmine’s whines as he smiled into her eyes, licking his lips.

“Princess, what ever are you doing?” he asked, a laugh hidden in his question. 

“J-Jafar, please. I… I love you. I’ve always loved you,” she confessed. “Since the day I met you, I’ve loved you.” It was his wish come true. She was hopelessly, desperately in love with him. Tears pooled in her eyes as she squeezed his clothes. “P-please. I need you. I-I can’t be without you anymore…”

“My dear, Princess-”

“P-please, call me Jasmine.” Her hands caressed his face, gently stroking his features. “Please, Jafar. A-anything. I’d do anything for you?”

“Oh? Would you give me your hand in marriage?” he asked, and when once she would have been horrified by the question, Jasmine could only cry with joy at the marriage proposal. That was how far gone her mind was. 

Her twisted mind saw Jafar’s sadistic nature and dominating desire as romantic, even loving him for it.

Marrying Jafar was a dream come true to her now. She couldn’t think of anything better. He was powerful, cunning, and dominating. Like a snake staring at his prey, she trembled under his gaze as a tear fell down her face.

“Y-yes! Of course! I-I would be honored to marry you, Jafar!” She stepped back, pulling away from him for a moment. Jafar watched with a curious smile as she undid the robe hiding her body, revealing her hourglass figure, and more importantly, the clothes she wore. 

Her clothes were risque and revealing, showing off her toned, flawless skin. Her dark skin shined under Jafar’s gaze as he licked his lips. Her red top barely covered her breasts, letting the center of her body completely naked. Her large breasts gave her an impressive cleavage as Jafar slowly went down her body.

The pants she wore covered the outside of her legs, but did nothing to hide her panties, which were a lighter shade of red than the rest of her clothes. They were frilly and lacy, made of innocence. Innocence that Jafar would soon tear apart as he ushered her inside. 

She walked forward, her long, black hair tied into a ponytail. Her hair and hips swayed as she smiled at her love, and she moaned with joy as his hand slapped her ass, squeezing the firm flesh. 

The two walked into Jafar’s room as he pulled his clothes off, dropping his own clothes onto the ground until all he wore were his lower robes. He sat on his bed as Jasmine stood before him, slowly swaying her hips. 

“Dance for me, my dear.”

“Yes, Jafar…”

“And from now on, when we are alone, you will call me Master.”

The command made Jasmine’s eyes widen, before she bit her lower lip and nodded her head. “Y-yes, Master.” Her heart skipped a beat. It felt so right to call Jafar, her future husband, by his proper title.

As he sat on the bed, he watched with hungry eyes, feasting on the sight of Jasmine’s swaying hips and caressing hands. She touched herself, moaning as her fingers brushed against her large breasts and round hips.

She moved her body to and fro, dancing to a silent song. She bounced her hips back and forth, faster, before slowing down and gyrating them in a circle. Jasmine let out a moan as she fluttered her eyes, staring at Jafar with hungry desire. 

Her show was appreciated as Jafar felt his shaft coming to life, throbbing with the same desire as she strutted towards him.

“Master…” She stroked his face. “Take me.” Jafar grinned, leaning forward to capture her lips with his once more. She shuddered, opening her mouth to welcome his tongue, sucking on it as his hands squeezed and groped her tits. 

Jafar broke the kiss to utter four quick words, before kissing her again. “With pleasure, my princess.” With a simple move of his hand, Jafar’s dick was freed. Jasmine closed her eyes and quivered as his erection stroked her inner thigh. With another move of his hand, he hooked her panties onto his fingers and tore them off, tossing them to the ground. 

The top soon followed. Torn off of her so that shreds of it still clung to her shoulders. She looked positively ravishing, before he positively ravished her. 

Jafar sucked and bit the sides of her neck, marking her as his while his cock slipped into her. He let out a quiet groan as her tight pussy squeezed his girthy shaft. Jasmine offered no resistance, only whimpering as her virginity was slowly taken from her. She gasped, crying out as he pushed in another inch, and then another. She was shaking in his arms as his hands stroked her back and her tits pressed against his chest.

“Jafar…!” Oh, he loved how she screamed out his name, almost as much as he loved feeling her womanhood tightly wrapped around his dick. 

“Tell me how you feel about me, Princess.” A hand squeezed her ass, digging into the firm flesh, burying his nails into her skin.

The pain only furthered the pleasure for Jasmine. She moaned, wrapping her arms around her Master and embracing him as her ass gently fell onto his lap. His entire length was inside of her, and it shook her to her core. Moaning and shaking, she still answered her Master.

“I-I love you, Jafar! I love you, Master! I want to marry you! I want to be yours forever!”

“Oh? You want to be mine? Mine to fuck?” He bounced her on his cock, making her mewl as his dick was pulled back and thrusted back into her. 

“Yes!”

“Mine to abuse?” Jafar slapped her ass.

“Yes!” 

“You want to be mine?” He kissed his way down to her chest, lifting the Princess up so that his face was level with her bosom. She buried her face between the large mammaries, kissing and licking them as Jasmine moaned.

“Y-yes! All yours. I want to be yours, Master. Fuck me. Hurt me. Whatever you want, I’m yours! I-I love you!” Jasmine confessed, so far gone that the words she uttered felt true. Maybe to her hypnotized mind, it was. 

Jafar felt spurred on by the confession. He pulled his head out from between her tits and placed both of his hands on Jasmine’s ass, squeezing the plump flesh as he lifted her up and down on his shaft. She threw her head back, pushing her tits into his face, letting him watch them bounce up and down as he bounced her.

Jasmine felt like her whole body was on fire. She struggled to breathe as sweat made her body glisten like an oasis. She had never known such pleasure before. The woman was so innocent yesterday, so naive. She never thought of sex being so vulgar.

Sex was supposed to be gentle and sweet. The act of making love was a way to show the man you adore how much you loved him. It wasn’t meant to be so loud, and hot, and wet. So dirty. 

Was it even meant to feel this good? She didn’t think it would, but maybe that was because of Jafar. Perhaps his cock was just that good…

And his mouth! Oh, the way he sucked and kissed her nipple, the way he caught her other nipple between his teeth! Her pussy juices fell onto Jafar’s legs as Jasmine dug her nails into his back.  

It was love. It had to be. This heavenly sensation could only be given to her by her Master. 

Princess Jasmine closed her eyes as she listened to Jafar’s cock pounding her wet slit, feeling every thrust stretch her pussy. She quivered as she felt the tip of his dick kiss her walls, before it pressed against a particularly sensitive spot of her wet womanhood.

When his dick pressed against that spot, Jasmine could do nothing more than let out a loud moan. Her eyes opened, but her pupils almost rolled into her skull as her tongue hung over her lip. Drool spilled from her lip as she came on the spot, cumming while impaled on Jafar’s erection. 

“My naughty, Princess. Did you just cum before me?” Jasmine fell onto her back, and she gasped as Jafar hung over her, leaning forward so that her legs were trapped between their bodies. “I won’t punish you this time, but remember, slut. My pleasure comes first. I either cum with you, or before you, understand?”

“Y-yes, Master!” Her Master’s kindness knew no bounds. The fact that he was willing to forgive her despite her sinful betrayal of his trust… 

Jasmine wrapped her arms around Jafar’s neck and smiled into his eyes. “Cum inside me, Master. Please. L-let me show you I can be a good slave! A good wife…”

Jafar laughed at how desperate her pleas were. In truth, he didn’t really care one way or another who came first as long as he got the pleasure he deserved, but to see Jasmine beg for forgiveness, oh, it was almost a better pleasure than her moist pussy wrapped around his cock.

He began to fuck her once again, pounding her into the bed as she moaned and cried out. Their juices stained the bed as Jafar spat on Jasmine, wanting to drag her through every humiliation he could think of. He wanted revenge on her, to make her suffer after rejecting him so many times, even if that Jasmine was long gone.

She wouldn’t argue though. She licked her lips, picking up and tasting his saliva as she smiled at him, moaning as her fingers clung to her Master’s shoulders. She could feel that familiar pressure building inside of her, and Jafar felt his balls churn as he neared the edge. 

They both knew it was coming when they stared into each other’s eyes, and with one last cry of pleasure, the two leapt off the edge together, cumming as one. Jasmine’s pussy juices stained the bed once more as Jafar’s dick erupted, sending a flood of his seed directly into her womb. 

Jasmine felt herself being filled, and it felt like heaven to her. Her body spasmed and trembled, quivering as her muscles tightened and loosened. By the time he was done, she laid her head back, panting. 

“Master…” Jafar smiled, stroking her face with a gentle, loving hand. “Tomorrow you will be telling your father of our marriage, won’t you?”

“Y-yes, Master.” Tears flowed down her face, but they weren’t out of pain or fear. They were joyful tears. The joy a woman felt when she married the man of her dreams.

Meanwhile, Jafar smiled with sick, sadistic joy. He leaned down to kiss her one more time as her hands stroked his face, one of them caressing and twirling his beard around her finger. 

Their wedding would be the talk of Agrabah.